Scruffy and youthful, Daisuke is the picture of a young man. His soft features get him confused for someone 5 years younger, and his loose brown hair gets him confused for someone without any responsibilities. He has a brightness to his eyes that makes people want to talk to him. There is a movement to his body, a personality in his gesticulations that tells you he is either always nervous or always hyper, maybe both.

Look long enough, and you can see something else in his eyes. When he is looking off into nowhere for long enough, you get the feeling that his nervous demeanor has a long history behind it.

Clothing

Daisuke used to get his nickname from the big jacket he would wear, with many pockets. For the most part, he still has a penchant for pocket-filled coats, but that isn’t the limit to his wardrobe. He prefers loose clothing, with lots of coverage. Often a coat, the usual black shinobi pants and sandals. Sometimes he will go down to just a shirt, and carry side bags and other equipment to facilitate his personal style of combat.

In the end, he keeps things casual. He won’t be confused for a stud anytime soon, with half-wrinkled shirts and a coat tied around his waist.

Personality

No one would call Daisuke calm. Excitable, jittery, nervous, those words all come to mind. He is a lot better than he used to be, that’s for sure, but still not ‘balanced’. Daisuke is all about action, getting the job done, and getting it done now. He knows that when it comes to strategy, or interaction, he isn’t the smartest cookie.

He doesn’t do well in social situations, but at least he is aware of that. So he will usually steer things in another direction, or lay on a layer of false confidence to power through the situation.

Nindo; "Way of the Ninja":"I'll never be considered a failure again."
“My job is to stop the bad guys, and I won’t fail.”

A man can go by a lot of nicknames in one life; crybaby, klutz, failure, but that only tells you so much about them. To really get to know someone, you have to understand what built them up, and what broke them down.

For Tsukinaka Daisuke, his mother built him. Tsukinaka Haruno, with his father, Kisho, were the happy couple that raised him. His mother was a Jounin of Leaf, and his father a retired Chuunin, and Daisuke was their only child. Haruno doted on him, treating him like a treasure whenever she could get away from her busy schedule. Daisuke was a momma’s boy, up until the day she died while he was 6.

Daisuke was too young to cope, and it ripped his father to shreds. Kisho came out of retirement, trained up, and tried to harden his strained family. When he saw Daisuke crying, asking for his mother, he made a decision that Haruno never would have allowed. Their son was going to go to the academy, he would toughen up. Daisuke was trained in preparation for the academy.

The academy wasn’t easy on him. Though his training came along nicely, Daisuke was a pushover in school. He cried often in the early days, even through the admonishment of his father.

As a genin, Daisuke was paired with two other taijutsu inclined males, Kiyo and Kumoro. He fell behind, his teammates working in perfect sync with their Jounin sensei. More than once Daisuke bungled their missions. His father offered to train him, but the twelve year old Daisuke didn’t realize what the offer meant to his father. He denied him, and instead took up the art of Haruno, projectiles. Kiyo and Kumoro tutored him, hoping to pass the upcoming chuunin exams. When the time came, they pushed through.

Daisuke knew the truth, his team was promoted despite him, their skills carrying him to the end.

He decided to earn his rank. On a simple mission with other chuunin, a caravan was attacked by bandits. With so much weighing on his shoulders, Daisuke froze up. He had never been attacked in such a savage way without Kiyo and Kumoro to help him. The mission was a success, no thanks to him.

Soon failures stacked up. The escort mission weighed on his mind, and soon having him as your mission partner was taken as a punishment. Daisuke tried to push through, but in the end he retired.

His father saw his broken son, and took action. Kisho had one art left to him, something he hoped to pass to Daisuke if he had learned to fight like his father. It was the celestial gates. Kisho assured Daisuke, with the power of the gates, he could keep up with any shinobi. They trained for years, Daisuke merging his father’s knowledge with his mother’s art. He was far from perfecting the art, but time away from work gave him a chance to hone his capabilities.

When Daisuke told his father he was prepared to go back to work, Kisho gave him an heirloom of Haruno’s, a set of personalized kunai.

At 20, Daisuke requested a return to active duty. His career became a whirlwind. Though no one would commend him on his social skills, his abilities with a kunai were unsurpassed among chuunin. He took on a role of support, assassination, demolition, whatever he could do with a throw. By the age of 22, his record earned him a promotion to Jounin.

Then someone made the cruel mistake of giving him a genin team. Throughout his years as a Chuunin, Daisuke had tutored shinobi in projectiles, but never taken on a whole team. This new Daisuke was prepared, until one of his genin, Hiryuu Takeshi, died of a brain tumor right in front of his team. The rope holding Daisuke together began to fray. He trained his team as best he could, but his interactions with his genin were stunted, awkward. He couldn’t help Naota, he couldn’t support Kitara, he couldn’t control Maiko. They fought against each other, their own feelings, and even missing-nin. In the end, the only thing that saved Daisuke’s team, was a man who had grown to hate him, his old genin partner Kumoro. Daisuke felt useless.

Despite him, team 11 went to the Chuunin exams. Naota passed. Maiko and Kitara did not.

Daisuke didn’t have a team anymore. He fell back on his expertise. He leveled a hospital when a plague broke out among the people. He cleaned up snow-nin after the foreign village was crushed. He even fought against strange creatures that attacked the village.

He didn’t know what he was fighting, or why. It didn’t matter if his targets were innocent, or mindless, the village around him was driving him down a path he couldn’t understand. He could only see the people around him as targets.

For the second time in his career, Daisuke crumbled under pressure. As the village around him recovered from insidious attacks, Daisuke prepared for his own recovery. He went to Iron, and questioned what he wanted as a shinobi. Answers weren’t easy, especially when his skills were built to rain down death.

A chance meeting with a Samurai gave him the view he needed. Everything he knows, and everything he does, is to make the world that much better. Like his mother and father trained him to be, Daisuke would become a precise engine of physical destruction.

Even if he can still use a touch up in other areas.

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Other Info:
- Really a big pushover.
- Carries a lot of kunai.
- Some of his kunai have a special mark on them, showing they belonged to his mother.